Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.